Let the Hate Haunt Us

Well,

I got my first piece of hate mail today from the Auburn book. I'm actually expecting a boatload of nasty letters, but surprisingly it came from one of my fraternity brothers who suggested that I hang myself.

I sent the e-mail to my wife who all but passed out. It seems she hasn't developed the thick skin that I have over the past six books. I'm not sure if this entry is about hate, thick skin, or tackling difficult issues. Perhaps a bit of them all.

An Auburn Autumn was a difficult book to write, but it's come to my attention that it's even more difficult to read. It seems that some who know of the event may have problems separating themselves from the book and getting under the surface to find out what the book is really about.

I'd expected bricks through my window from some groups, but I never expected suggestions of suicide from my fraternity brothers. This is a good sign. Social change is never easy. Let the hurting and healing begin.